>Anonymous awoke to the sight of a glorious sunshine through a window
>Anon shifted, slowly waking up
>He felt his uncomfortable bed beneath him
>...Wait, this wasn't an uncomfortable bed?
>He opened his eyes, and saw he was in a massive and well-adorned bedroom
>He snapped to attention, seeming to forget what happened last night
>He calmed down as he though about it, and then snapped to attention again as the door opened
>Celestia walked in
"Oh, you're up now sleepyhead?" She asked with a smile, approaching the bed side
>She looked at Anon and giggled
>Anon remembered he was naked and covered himself
"Wh-where are my clothes?"
"On the floor, silly."
>Anon nodded, the horrific details of what he had done all flooding back
>His ancestors must be watching him with shame right now
>He sighed, then looked over at Celestia
>Celestia choose that exact moment to bend over and pick up Anon's loincloth with her mouth, exposing her gorgeous rear
>Anon blushed ear to ear, but he couldn't look away
>He quickly came to the realization that his ancestors would actually probably be looking at him with pride, since he did score the best ass in Equestria.
>Celestia turned round and smiled, gently dropping his loincloth on his covered lap
"Now get dressed. You have a job to do. And, of course, not a word of this will leave this room. Understand?"
>Anonymous nodded wordlessly and waited for Celestia to leave
>She walked out with a little wiggle in her step
>Dat Ass

>Anonymous got up and dressed before putting on his armor
>He quickly descended the tower and came across Shining Armor and a group of guards
"Hello, Anonymous." He said politely
"Hello."
"The Princess has instructed me to give you a contingent of Twenty guards to accompany you on your next mission
>If Anon was drinking something, he would have spit it out
"TWENTY?!"
>Shining Armor just stood there
"Thanks for the offer but, I'd rather work alone."
"Oh no, you aren't getting out of this. You're going to take some."
>They argued for about five minutes
>Finally, they both agreed on bringing 4 guards along
>It was both enough to provide back-up but not too much, secrecy was important too
>Anonymous thanked Shining Armor as the guards walked him to the train station
>Anonymous boarded the train
>The train was special, it seemed to be just him and the guards and the conductor
>This was a legit mission, apparently.
>As far as he understood, they were heading up into the mountains and then hiking to some secret place where The Order of The Dark Dragon was gathering
>It couldn't have been good

>The train quickly rumbled to life and they were off
>Anon's 4 guards crowded around him, looking out for danger
>He was more than capable of handling himself, but he felt a little more at ease with these guards
>Though then again, he wasn't sure how good these guards were
>They didn't look armed
>That reminded Anon of a particular memory of his past
>He sat back, remembering as the train peacefully rumbled on...

>Anonymous and a battle brother, Vatung, were scouting the eastern edge of their clan's territory.
>It was very steep here, and the snow was softly piled after the last snowfall
>Both of them were quiet and kept talking to a minimum, they were both too worried of an avalanche as they patrolled their territory
>As they went on, they saw a unarmed man walking along
>He wasn't on of them
>They approached him silently, trying to sneak up on him
>But as they did he accidentally saw them
>He opened his mouth and roared; louder then any beast Anon had ever heard
>He was of the Thunderclap clan! With voices as loud as Thunder!
>Anonymous covered his ears but as soon as the roar was over he heard the even louder roar of snow
>The avalanche had begun, and it was heading right towards him!
>Anonymous ran, trying to get away from the deadly fall of snow

>Anonymous ran as fast as he could, but he couldn't quite do it
>The snow was much, much faster
>Anonymous jumped and grabbed ahold of a tree branch, but the snow gathered and fell around his feet, pulling him with great force
>He held on as tight as he could, when suddenly the branch snapped and hit him on the head
>He fell down and the snow covered him, with the branch sticking out of the ground

>Anonymous awoke some time later with several warriors of his clan digging him up
>He was confused, but he quickly figured out that they saw the branch sticking out of the snow and dug there
>He exhaled in relief, if he didn't hold on to that branch...
>Anonymous looked around and quickly asked
"Where is Vatung?"
>The eldest warrior waved his arm at the massive field of snow
"There, brother Anonymous. You may try to find him if you wish."
>Anonymous frowned, it was a futile effort.
>From that day forward, Anonymous never underestimated an unarmed opponent, as they always seemed to have some tricks to use.

>Anonymous snapped out of memory as the train slowly came to a stop
>It stopped at a remote mountain outpost, manned by only a few guards and maintenance ponies
>Anonymous stretched and got off the train, preparing to go on with the guards
>They met up with a guide who knew the mountains well
"The Royal Court has ordered me to take you, and your guards, into the mountains and to show you the location of the base of those... cultists."
>Anonymous nodded, information was on a need to know basis
>They began their march

>Anonymous followed the guide until he led them to the location of the "secret base"
>It was just a rock face
"What-"
"They come up here and then disappear inside. That's all I'm obligated to do, I'll be out here waiting for you."
>Anonymous raised an eyebrow but went up to the rockface, examining it
>At one point, the rock seemed just a little open
>There was a passage inside!
>It was only visible up close
>Anonymous was surprised but called over his guards and they all snuck inside
>Ready to deal with whatever horrors they'd find within
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>Savage Anon and his 4 guards crept into the secret tunnel in the mountain
>They had to figure out what was going on and deal with this "Order of the Dark Dragon" and what not.
>They snuck through several rooms, some had guards
>Anonymous and the royal guards took care of them quickly and quietly.
>They soon came to a huge chamber, with many of the strange ponies wearing the Iron collars standing around and chanting
>Then, Anon looked onto the center of the room
>And saw somebody that looked familiar

>There had to be over 100 of the cult-ponies in this room
>But what caught Anon's eye was the center
>The thing that was atop a small alter in the middle of the room was dark black
>Very dark
>All around it; bright red blood
>The Vitae those bastards had harvested from Twilight, and probably from other ponies too.
>But Savage was more amazed when he realized that the Changeling atop the alter was the Changeling warrior he had bested all those months ago
>The warrior seemed to be glowing
>It turned, and saw Anonymous and his guards
"Oh shit." Anonymous whispered, not that it mattered, they had already been caught
>A bunch of the cultists turned and rushed at them, not stopping to chant even as they attack
>Anonymous drew his sword and got to hacking, the guards attacking with their Equestrian weaponry, holding back a tide
>Their was a bone-cracking noise as the Changeling in the center of the room began to change
>Suddenly, the changeling spoke in a loud and clear voice
"Remember when you bested me, warrior? Well, they are helping me. Now I will best you. And you and all of Equestira will fear the wrath of the Dark Dragon!"
>The changeling began to morph, its body expanding and cracking
>No
>It cannot be

>The changeling began to get bigger, gaining huge black wings
>It was changing into a dragon
>Anonymous gritted his teeth, and he charged
>The guards tried to stop him, but they were too busy fighting all the crazed Iron-collars
>He slashed and stabbed, slamming his shield and just generally being a badass
>He soon began to climb up the alter, preparing to finish off the abomination before it finished

>Anonymous climbed up and was soon right next to the shifting dragon-thing
>He raised his sword
>And then
>He felt a horrendous pain in his back
>He turned around and stuck out, decapitating the cultist that had struck him down
>Anonymous ignored the horrible pain and pulled the dagger from his back
>As he looked at the blood on the knife, his vision faded
>Anonymous heard a high-pitched wail
"ANONYMOUS!"
>He turned, almost falling over as he looked towards the sound of the voice
"Pi-Pipsqueak?!"

>Anonymous saw the young colt behind the guards
>How did he get there? Why was he here?!
"Pip-pipsqueak! It's too dangerous!" Anonymous called, in a voice so weak that his apprentice probably couldn't even hear him
>There was a shifting to his left, it was the dragon-thing
>It bellowed a massive roar, it was awake
>It suddenly shot into the air, the shockwave pushing Anonymous down the altar and onto some bodies of the cultists
>The cultists stopped fighting and cheered, they praised and sang and with a sickening sound, began to kill themselves as the dragon roared once more
>Pipsqueak screamed and ran from around the guards, running to Anon's aid
>Anon tried to hold out his arm to stop him, but he could hardly move
>The dragon breathed a huge wall of black fire, that burned pipsqueak and the guards
>Anonymous cried out, but Pipsqueak did not fall. His fur was singed badly however
>He hobbled up to Anonymous as the dragon smashed though the roof of the cavern and flew into the open sky
>Pipsqueak jumped right next to Anonymous, frantic
"Anonymous! You're still alive! Quick, do you have you magic bandages?! I can put them on you and then-"
>Anonymous gurgled as his vision darkened again


>Pipsqueak seemed to tear up when Anonymous reached out to him feebly
>The mighty warrior, now hardly able to move
"No... No Pipsqueak. My time is- is done."
>Pipsqueak sobbed, and started to get angry
"No! You're not done! The dragon is heading right for Canterlot! You've got to stop it."
>Anonymous blinked, his vision only letting him see a little bit of the world around him
>He noticed something hanging around Pipsqueak's neck
"Is that... is that my necklace?"
>Pipsqueak nodded
"I don't know why I brought it, I just... Something told me too."
>Anonymous began to remember something about his clan's necklace
>A warrior of the Ancestor clan only wheres that necklace twice
>Once when they become a man
>And once when they die.
>Anonymous motioned for the necklace, not able to talk
>Pipsqueak seemed to understand, and gently dropped the necklace around Anonymous's neck
>Anonymous felt an immense sensation of comfort
>He felt his vision fading, and a million whispering voices

>Anonymous gained altitude, and saw the black dragon next to the great castle of the Princesses
>He saw it breath its black fire and attack the ponies
>Shining Armor's shied was protecting the castle, but it seemed to be weakening
>Anonymous instinctively began to fly towards the dragon
>Celestia and Luna were engaging in air combat, firing beams of power at the dragon, but seeming to do little
>The shield seemed to drop, and the dragon began to attack the ponies
>Celestia and Luna disappeared in bright flashes of light, taking the ponies with them
>The dragon roared in frustration, finding empty buildings to be boring, but it saw where they were taken too
>A few small flashes appeared at Ponyville, and the dragon took flight towards the town
>Anonymous began to fly faster, the red trailing behind him in the sky
>No
>This beast would not take his tribe

>Anonymous flew towards the Ponyville, tears in his eyes
>His ancestors were all around him
>They gave him strength
>He would not let them down
>He had no weapons
>He had only himself
>Only himself, and his ancestors
>And that was all he needed

>Celestia and Luna directed the panicking townsfolk, trying to restore order
>They tried to get people to stop screaming at the massive black dot that was getting closer and closer
>The small red dot behind that was not really noticed
>The dragon touched down, the ponies scrambled
>They all rushed and cowered behind the Princesses, who stood tall and strong against this monster
>The dragon looked down at them and black smoke billowed from its nostrils, its enraged eyes scanning the people
>It focused on the bright princess, and opened its powerful maw

>As the dragon went in to bite the Sun Princess, a bright red flash blinded it as Anonymous flew in just in time
>Anonymous landed between the two, a small crater appearing where he landed and dirt and dust flying everywhere
>He stood up between the dragon and the Princess, his whole body just glowing red
>The dragon looked down, confused, and then smiled slightly
"Ah, warrior. You still have some fight left in you. You will stand against me alone, will you?"
>Anonymous kept quiet.
>The ponies around gasped as they saw an amazing sight
>The red glow seemed to be growing!

>The glow began to take shape, hundreds of shapes
>Thousands of shapes
>The shapes became human in shape
>They all were warriors
>Their ghostly weapons appearing
>They looked like a timeline; some of the them had metal weapons going backwards with more primitive weapons and armor
>All the way back to tribal warriors with spears and rocks
>They all looked like Anonymous though; their faces all similar, showing obvious genetic similarities
>Anonymous looked up at the dragon, who now looked concerned or even scared
>The dragon growled, and prepared to breath fire once again
>Once the dragon moved, all of the red warriors disappeared
>Anonymous roared and jumped forward with blinding speed
>He began to fight
>He fought with the fury of a million warriors

>Anonymous's fists flew and struck the black dragon
>Its scales were hard as steel
>But not as hard as Anonymous's will
>Anonymous kept striking again and again
>He could see bruises appearing on the dragon's hide
>The dragon fought back with tooth and claw, but was so big and slow it could not match Anon's fury
>It fell back, Anonymous stepping on the dragon's belly
>He ran up the dragon's body until he reached the throat, and the dragon's head suddenly snapped forward
>It tried to bite down on Anonymous
>Anonymous's arms snapped up and grabbed both of the beast's jaws
>And he stood there, holding the jaws open 

>The monster began to bite down, its massive jaws pressing down with intense strength
>But Anonymous was stronger
>Anonymous's muscles strained, but the force of thousands of warriors made him stronger
>He fought back, driving the jaws back
>The dragon roared, blasting out black fire directly on Anonymous
>But it just bounced off of him, billowing all around him
>Anonymous roared as he pushed the jaws farther and farther apart
>He began to feel something crack as the jaws went past where they should be able to go
>The dragon cried out in pain as Anonymous dislocated its jaw
>The dragon backed its head up, blasting Anonymous with more fire
>Anonymous couldn't reach the head, so he went for the next best thing
>He began to punch the dragon's massive chest
>The sound of cracking and snapping filled the air, as blood began to fly off and coat the warrior
>The dragon clawed and clawed, but Anonymous was unrelenting
>The dragon began to scream as Anonymous's blows began to rip apart its skin, and its organs were revealed
>Anonymous reached down, and with the strength of thousands of warriors, thousands of years, thousands of traditions and deaths and acts of honor and glory, Anonymous pulled the dragon's heart from its chest
>He floated upwards, above the citizens of Ponyville, who were wide-eyed with the display 
>He roared as the red glow intensified as the heart in his hands just exploded, evaporating into a glorious red explosion

>The dragon made a pathetic sound as its body was engulfed in flames, Anonymous's red glow now reaching to it and searing it way
>The dragon burned and sizzled, until not a piece of its dark body remained
>After all of that, Anonymous slowly floated to the ground
>The red glow seemed to fade
>Anonymous stood on his own two feet unsteadily
>He slowly grabbed the necklace around his neck and pulled it off
>with it in his hand, he looked up at the face of Celestia, who looked concerned
>He smiled
>Then, he collapsed
>The ponies would have cheered for his victory, but they were too concerned for the warrior
>As they crowded around, Anonymous felt everything fade away...
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>A few years later, a young stallion stood over a campfire
>On his flanks were two swords
>He was a renowned warrior
>He was telling his stories to a group of young colts
>His face was burnt permanently from an wound, but that was a story for another time, at least for these colts
"...And then, I was circled by the gnolls! Those hyena men wanted me for a snack."
>The colts looked scared and wanted to know more
"And then what!? What happened?" one colt asked
>Pipsqueak smiled and responded
"Well, I was watching them, but I forgot that the gnolls love to be tricky and use sneak attacks. It was right then when I thought I knew where all of them were when I heard a twig snap..."
>Pipsqueak paused
>Suddenly, in the darkness around the campfire, a loud twig snapped
>The kids all tensed up
>Pipsqueak smiled and snapped to his sword
>Suddenly, a gnoll jumped from the brush!
>The kids screamed and ran as the two began to fight
>Swords clattering with swords, blade vs blade

>The pony against the large bipedal monster
>They kept going until the gnoll smacked Pipsqueak's blades from him
>They flew off and buried into the dirt
>The gnoll raised his blade
>...and laughed
>Pipsqueak laughed too
>The "gnoll" took off the hot hyena mask off his head
>Anonymous smiled at his old apprentice
"That really got them, didn't it?"
>Pipsqueak nodded
"I think one of them pissed himself!"
>They doubled over, before coming together and leaning on each other
>The warrior friends, just having some fun
>Anonymous smiled down at the young stallion
>He looked up
>Anonymous looked older then Pipsqueak remembered
"You know, you almost beat me that time, Pipsqueak."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment, I'm just getting too old for this."
>Pipsqueak raised an eyebrow


>Just then, a large pony appeared from the woods
>It was wearing a large, dark cloak but it was obviously white underneath
"Anonymous?" The pony said
>It was Celestia
"We're here, Celestia."
>Celestia smiled, taking off the cloak
"Ughh," she said in a way not befitting a Princess, "I hate these late-night meetings we have to go through, Anonymous."
"They were your idea, your majesty."
>Anonymous stepped closer to her
"We can't have anybody finding out about us, can we?" He said with a shit-eating grin, sliding his hand up her neck and tousling her mane
>She gasped, and looked over at Pipsqueak who was smiling
"Anonymous! We are bound to secrecy!"
"Come on, Celestia. You think I'm going to keep quiet about bedding the Princess, multiple times a month, to my best friend?"
>Pipsqueak nodded
"Your secret is safe with me, Princess."
>Princess Celestia blushed as Pipsqueak trotted off, and Anonymous led the two of them back to his cabin in the woods

>All was quiet once again in Ponyville
>All thanks to one man
>One man who was just a little bit Savage.
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The End! I hope you enjoyed!